Sam hoisted the rifle over his shoulder and sloshed though the knee deep bog. The mosquitoes were ravenous, and the rancid smell of bog water was overpowering. He grumbled to himself and checked the map again.

"Dean this lake monster better be real. If I find out you saw this on the back of a comic book ad..."

Dean shot him a glare and hoisted the netgun higher into his shoulder.

"It's real Sam! 5 missing goats and three dead cows don't lie. Not to mention the disgusting slime...That crap was rancid!"

Sam rolled his eyes and yanked Dean to a halt by his shoulder.

"Look, we've been out here for hours. If it's not going to show now it won't until the morning. And I refuse to be caught out here in the dark. You're sure the claw marks were from a lagoon creature? They looked uneven to me."

Dean scoffed.

Sam pulled Dean back and held him tightly. "Pet, you better be 100% sure."

"I know what I'm doing Sam." Dean pushed Sam's arm off him, even though he knew he'd be punished for it later.

After backtracking for nearly half an hour Sam stopped again.

"Listen."

Dean sighed heavily. "I don't hear anything."

"Exactly. This isn't normal dean."

"A lake monster isn't normal Sammy."

"That's two for your sarcasm Dean."

Dean swore.

"And that's three now for swearing. You do realize you'll be punished right?"

"What if I want it?" Dean said, trying to play off his fear.

"Then I'll make you do things you can't stand until you realize it's not a prize. If you want me to be heavy handed or be rough just ask. Don't misbehave on purpose."

"Yea yea.."

"Dean."

"Yes master."

"Good pet."

Sam managed to regain his foothold and as he steped down, a long empty moan caught his attention. Sam turned to see a perfectly preserved bog man shamble towards them.

"DEAN THATS NOT A LAGOON CREATURE!" Sam hollered and took a shot at the shambling monstrosity. He went wide and hit it in the arm, not even slowing it down.

"Dean we don't have anything to decapitate it with!" Sam snarled and used the butt of his rifle to knock the creature back. It howled in fury and turned to Dean who was aiming his netgun.

"Dean dont! I'm not-"

Dean fired the net and it wrapped around the creature, but one of the steel weights cracked Sam's arm.

Sam howled in agony and dropped instanty to the ground, now nearly neck deep in bog.

With the creature tied up and momentarily handled, Dean immediately ran to Sam and started apologizing.

"Aw hell Sammy I though you were clear! Fuck! Are you hurt!?"

Dean pulled at Sams arm, rolling up the sleeve to expose the already swelling skin.

"Might be broken-" Sam gasped through the pain and glared. "You're going to have to carry this back to the car. And decapitate it with our ax. I can't carry anything now thanks to you." Sam grunted and pulled himself out of the mud. His rifle had fallen when Sam got hit and now it was flooded with flithy water and mud. He picked up the ruined gun with his good hand.

Sam noticed Dean's immediate shift in behavior and sighed.

"This isn't a punishment Dean, it was an accident. I really can't carry him or I would."

Sam watched Dean carefully and silently grab an end of the net, and begin to pull the squealing and thrashing bundle back to the car.

Sam tried to scrape off as much gunk as he could, and put a tarp down before he sat in the passenger seat. He knew Dean's car was his baby and he would never do anything to it intentionally.

"Did you finish up the bog man yet? I really need to shower."

"Almost." Dean grunted as he raised the axe up high. He took a swing though the net to decapitate the bog creature. It died with a shuddering cry and slummed into a lifeless pile. Dean drug what was left into the swamp before tossing the head into the forest.

He took longer than he needed to to get back to the car. To be honest, he was nervous what was waiting for him. He knew he had fucked up, and got Sammy hurt because of it. He knew it was weak of him to admit it, but when Sammy hurt, Dean hurt.

He kept his eyes forward as he got into the car, and when Sam's hand touched his face, he tensed. He exspected to see anger on Sam's face, or disappointment. But all he saw was compassion and forgiveness.

"Come here Dean."

Sam asked gently and pulled Dean in for a soft and tender kiss. Sam was gentle and slow, and Dean's heart ached a little less.

"Thanks Sammy." Dean murmered and started up the car.

Once they got back to the hotel, Sam took the first shower, ordering Dean to wash all their clothes, shoes, and weapons by hand before he could clean himself. Dean did so without a fight, wanting to show Sam he could be good.

The cleaning was punishment for Deans swearing and waiting an hour to get clean was for the sarcasm. Sam knew how much Dean hated being dirty. They were minor punishments for minor misbehaviors. But for incorrectly identifying the monster and putting both their lives in danger because of it would earn Dean a "high" level punishment.

Sam waited for Dean exit the bathroom before asking him to sit naked on their bed.

"Dean, we are going to discuss what you did wrong, your punishment, and what you will do so it won't happen again in the future. You may say no and "red" at anyime if you view it too harsh or something you morally object to."

Dean nodded so Sam continued.

"It's important to understand that your mistake was incorrectly identifying what creature we were hunting. Not that I got hurt. I will never punish you for something that happened by accident. You just looked at the surface of the scratches at the crime scenes. You didn't check to see how big the stride was, or the depth of it. You were perfectly capable of knowing it was a bogman and not a lagoon monster but you were too sure of yourself to accept any other answer.

I've chosen a "high" level punishment for you this time because a mistake like this again could cost one or both of us our lives."

Sam knelt on the carpet and took Deans head in his hands, kissing him gently.

"I still love you, I always will. This is to help you become more attuned to your instincts."

Sam held up a silken blindfold.

"You will wear this for twenty four hours, never taking it off. You will learn to use your other senses wisely, and pay attention to your sorroundings. Now I'm going to ask you a question and I expect an honest answer. Would you feel comfortable with a sexual part of your punishment as well?"

Dean swallowed hard and arched forward in anticipation.

"Oh god yes."

Sam pulled up a chair in front of the tv and helped Dean sit down before pulling up a chair for himself. He applied some lube to a cockring and gently slid it onto Dean's length.

"These are the rules you must follow Dean. You are going to watch three hours of my porn tapes. You may touch youself in any way that you like, but you cannot come. And, you must stay in the chair for the duration of the three hours."

Dean let out a groan and Sam wasn't sure if he was annoyed or excited.

"These are extras that you can't find online. So enjoy the sounds, because I won't be showing them to you again. You did not earn the privladge to use your eyes because you were arrogant. Your three hours starts...now."

An hour into the film Dean was covered in sweat and hard as a rock. He was sure his balls had to be purple by now, and his dick was raw with friction burns.

He needed to come so badly. Sam's voice was pure sin, and every time he made a gasp or a whimper, Dean would imagine it was him above him, forcing those pretty noises out of his throat.

He needed more stimulation, but if he used just his hand anymore he'd cry from the raw sting.

"Sammy, lube? Please?" Dean's voice was tight.

"Of course Dean." Sam purred and slicked his brother up with cooling lube.

Dean nearly doubled over when Sam touched him. If he wasn't restricted, he would of come just from that.

"I can give you a vibrator too if you want." Sam chuckled, dangling the bait in front of Dean, seeing if he could sense it.

Dean whined low in his throat.

"C-Can I have it master? Please?"

"Hmm, no. I don't think so." Sam laughed, and Dean's head whipped up in what he thought was Sam's direction.

"W-Why not?" Dean asked, voice creaking under the strain.

"Because I have a better idea." Sam said from behind him, digging through their shopping bags. "Stand up for me pet, just for a second."

Dean did as he was told and Sam attached the suction cupped end of the dildo to the wooden chair.

"Remember you can't come. And it's only been 15 minutes. Pace yourself or you're only going to hurt youself. Just a fair warning."

"Do you want me to sit now?" Dean asked and Sam did.

"Slowly, don't hurt yourself."

Dean wasn't sure what Sam meant, but once he started to sit and felt something prod at his entrance, he understood.

"Oh my god." He moaned, feeling the entire length of the toy before lining it at his entrance. It was almost as long as Sam was, maybe even longer.

He gripped the base tight before sinking down on it completely, gasping as the stretched burned every one of his nerve endings. It was agony, but he needed it.

Sam was intreaged how far Dean was beginning to push himself. He was starting to realize their next lesson would have to be in restraint.

Dean ground down on the toy roughly, gasping when it brushed against that spot.

"T-Thank you master."

Sam leaned down and kissed Dean, a quick peck on the cheek. "That's for using your manners. Good pet."

Dean hummed at his own job well done, thinking maybe this punishment wouldn't be so bad after all. Until Sam turned up the volume.

Almost instantly the groans from Sam picked up again. Dean could hear the all familiar sound of leather slapping skin and wished he could see the welts it was leaving on his brothers skin.

"More, please! Yes!"

The moans on screen soon turned to screams, and Dean knew from experience on-screen Sammy was about to shoot.

Sam's pants were fast, he was moaning like a whore and begging to be whipped more. Sam was close. So so close. One more strike and-

"Ah! DEAN!"

Dean's entire body tensed with a cruel and impending orgasm that was halted by the cock ring.

His hips bucked up hard and his nails dug into the wood painfully. Dean could hear his pulse pounding away in his ears and his body felt like it was lit on fire.

Dean collapsed against the chair once the pain subsided, weak, rock hard and breathless. He barely had enough energy to lifted his head and try to locate Sammy. His breath was still coming in heavy and he could only get about one word in per breath.

"Y-You. Said. My name."

Sam was at Dean's side instantly, checking him over to make sure he was alright after such an impossibly strong denial. His brothers whole body was shakeing and heaving, and Sam was worried he was having an attack of some sort until he spoke.

"Yes, I did. I uh, I'd known for a while how I felt about you Dean. It was one of the reasons I left. I didn't think you'd want me back... But here, here I could fantasize about you and it would be ok."

Dean was still a panting mess and it worried Sam.

"Would you like to lie down? Give me a color please."

"Green Sammy, I can keep going."

Sam turned down the volume on the television and ran to their bathroom. He made an ice pack out of cubes and a washcloth and placed it over Dean's groin, hoping to cool him down.

"Dean you're too swollen for me to take the ring off."

Dean let out a desperate whine, he wanted to come.

Sam adjusted the ice pack and saw Dean hardening again and laughed.

"You're a damn rabbit, you know that?"

Dean just smirked proudly, "I am quite proud of my libido. One of my best features, next to my face of course"

Sam rolled his eyes, which Dean couldn't see, and stood up with the ice.

"This isn't enough to cool your body. Lets try inside. Can you get up on the bed for me? We will try something else for the time remaining on your punishment."

Dean moaned softly, only imagining what his brother was going to do to him. He stood up blindly and felt around for the bed. He probably looked ridiculous but he really wasn't too keen on finding the corners of the bedside table. Dean relaxed when his fingers found the soft comforter. He lifted his body onto the bed and settled on his knees and elbows. Spreading his legs obscenely for his master.

Sam patted Dean's ass affectionately. He kissed each of his thighs gently.

"You remembered how to present, I'm very proud of you Dean." Sam praised and sucked on an ice cube to shrink its shape.

He popped it out of his mouth, and began to draw over Dean's hot skin with it. Sam smirked at the goosebumps it raised and the moans it drew. He had discovered a new intrest.

"Relax and open for me baby, I have to cool you down."

Sam began to push the first ice cube past Dean's tight ring of muscle, watching it sink inside Dean's hot body.

"Color Dean."

Dean grit his teeth at the new sensation. It burned just as much as the toy did, but he found himself comforted by the radical temperature change.

"Green Sam. Keep going, please."

Sam dragged the second frozen cube down Dean's spine and between his cheeks, drawing a soft moan from his brothers lips.

A second joined the first, and then a third before Dean fell forward, arching his back so the ice slid in deeper, coating his insides completely.

"Fuck, Sammy." Dean groaned, before a sharp slap across his ass had his mind reeling.

"Watch it. I'll add another hour for swearing if you don't behave."

Dean bit his lip and whined, he should of seen that coming. He knew better, but it just felt so good...

Sam lowered himself and began to lick around Deans frozen entrance with his hot tongue, he knew it was mean teasing Dean like this, but it was punishment.

"I'm going to try something with you Dean. I want you to follow my instructions exactly. If you need to safewords, I will stop immediately, but otherwise I exspect you to finish your three hours."

Dean barely lifted his head from the bed to nod. The ice mixed with Sam's tongue had nearly pushed him overboard again, but he'd try anything if it meant he could come.

"I want to test your senses. It's scientifically proven that if one sense is malfunctioning, the others heighten to compensate. I think we should test that, seeing as it was your lack of awareness that got me hurt. For every answer you get right, I'll take 5 minutes off your time. For every one you get wrong..." He finished his own sentence with the sound of a flogger, slapping against his palm.

Dean swallowed nervously.